A gentle breeze wafted lazily through the forest, which echoed with the hushed whispers of the evening. Birds took up their silent posts on branches, settling in for the night. Cicadas kept up their low song, lulling the inhabitants of the forest into a drowsy stupor.
The moonlight shimmered through the gap in the thick canopy of trees, slivers of white highlighting his features, lending an almost ethereal beauty to it's already fine structure. His empty sleeve gently flapped in the playful wind, which caused his silver locks to sway about his face, adding a certain element of wildness to him that should've seemed out of place with his cold, polished exterior, but didn't.
Inscrutable amber eyes scanned the small path ahead. His sensitive nose caught hints of pine, mixed with the sweet, fresh scent of cherry blossoms. There seemed to be a solid feeling of contentment emanating from every living creature, every force of nature, outlining the very essence of the twilight. Nocturnal animals had already begun stalking their prey, which contrastingly were eased into a false sense of security by the lilting breeze and the innocence of the evening. But there was something else.
Something foreign, he wasn't sure if it was entirely unpleasant, but it didn't give him any notions of normalcy either. Strange things were afoot tonight. One could be foolish enough to be lost in the magic of the night, and do inexplicable things.
He smirked, as if the very idea of him being caught up in something so mere as a beautiful evening and reacting as a whimsical human might was beneath him. He cocked his head slightly when the twin sounds of argument reached his ears, one belonging to an ill-mannered toad demon, and the other to a willful human girl-child.
"Lord Sesshoumaru! Jaken says that fish are poisonous to humans! Is it true?" the little girl asked, afraid for her health after devouring countless fish in her short lifetime.
Sesshoumaru glanced at the little girl tugging at his sleeve and jumping up and down, questioning brown eyes wide open.
One might've said that the ghost of a smile lingered on his face for a fleeting second, but those who knew him would chalk it off to the play of light during this strange evening. Shifting his gaze away from the his curious ward's form, Sesshoumaru turned and continued on the path, there was a mission to accomplish after all; but not before kicking his misinforming servant to the floor, who bounced several times before falling into a heap of dried leaves.
Indeed, people could do very strange things in their lives, for reasons sometimes unknown to even themselves. And evenings such as these were often most treacherous, with their innocent beauty and quiet, enthusiastic desire for life.
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This is a rather pointless oneshot, a little abrupt, but I rather enjoy writing visual imagery, and in combination with Sesshoumaru, well, I like it even more. Don't know if you'll like it, but in case you do, maybe you could let me know? All you have to do is push that little button at the bottom left of the screen, easy as pie, no?